Goodie Mob - The Both Of Me lyrics

You turn the other cheek, trynna save face A black man and "real n***a" ain't the same race Yeah, a black man and "real n***a" ain't the same race Trynna hit the finish line in the same race Race to the finish line, see the game face While a "real n***a" seems to have more hate A black man keeps his run at a steady pace Yeah, that's like the tortuous and the hare A black man save it, a "n***a" throw it in the air Don't get me wrong, I done kept it real, n***a Until my daddy told me 'bout a cotton field That my granddaddy picked 'till the day that he was k**ed, n***a By a white man, what a real "n***a" A black man do it on his own A "real n***a" want you to do it for him A "real n***a" do a deal for some crumbs A black man will sign a "n***a" cause he dumb A n***a get cash, a man get a check A n***a think now while a man think next Jesus was a black man, Judas was a "n***a" Society has taught us that "You is just a n***a" But I refuse to believe that And I refuse to believe that